All Posts By: Byron McCoy
THE GLADE
Ryan returned to the passages that cast the story with its romance, to the hidden glade in the woods of which only Aliena then knew; where Jack followed and found and spoke to her alone. It became the sanctuary where they learned and discovered one another; where Jack read poetry and stories learned from […]
SOMEONE
“How do you change the world?” asked the young man of ambition to the old with experience. “Care,” the old man answered. “Care for Someone, Anyone. Don’t worry whether it is the Right One, or the Wrong One. Who it is, is not important, so long as it is Someone. If you feel […]
MORNING TIME
I didn’t read this morning, only prayed: no words, just a sense spoken from within. I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t form a thought, just let the feeling be. Still, I believe I was heard and, even more, that I am understood.
CONFRONTATION
“Why are you going back there?” Adam asked. “Because it’s in me,” Ryan answered. “I’ve ignored it, and it’s stayed. Maybe if I write it, it will release and let me be. It doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t haunt me. It’s just there, but I want space for better memories, not these. […]
RADIO SILENCE
Those were the worst, incidents in the night; sudden panicked messages in a foreign language, the half-asleep operator in the COC stirring to receive and the translator over his shoulder speaking to the room as the message shouted in: a small outpost of entirely ANP or ANSF separate from us under attack. They […]
BABY’S GOT HER BLUE JEANS ON
Some days, and songs, you just need to have a little fun.
TO ME
A few days ago, I read a passage by Emanuel Swedenborg (a book recommended by a friend, no idea how he found it) that described the faces of angels. In it, Swedenborg wrote: “…the faces of angels are the forms of their interiors, thus of the affections that belong to their love and faith…it also […]